Rose Flanagan walked into her apartment after a long day of work skipping food and opting to go straight to bed. She laid down in her bed, pulled her covers over her and fell fast asleep without even changing out of her business suit. After what felt like the longest sleep of her life, she was woken up by the sound of her alarm radio next to her bed.
"Jive Talkin'," she said to herself as the song played, "I guess I must have switched it to the oldies station," she shrugged as she got out of bed to turn the news on and check the weather. She reached for her remote but there wasn't one and when she looked at her TV, it reminded her of one her Grandfather had when she was young.
She got out of bed, walked over to it and turned the knob to switch it on and what she saw was The Today Show but with very different faces then what she expected.
'Did someone switch out all her things while she slept as a joke?' she thought to herself, 'Or was this a dream?' She continued to watch the show and saw that it was going to be the hottest day of the year which was strange because when she fell asleep it was winter.
Rose switched off the TV and went into her closet to pick out clothes. She was shocked to find nothing but brightly colored dresses and jumpsuits with the largest flares she had ever seen. She dug through the clothes until she stumbled on a set of denim short overalls, breathing a sigh of relief as she pulled them out with a plain white t-shirt to wear underneath. Rose quickly got ready and let her hair dry naturally which turned into a wavy mess.
Rose sighed as she opened her door to walk down the stairs of her building to the outside world. When she walked outside of her building she was met with a small ocean town and a view of the sea. 'This is definitely a dream,' she decided as she walked forward to explore.
She walked down the street until she found a bar with a newspaper holder in front of it. She pulled out one of the papers and learned her location, Amity Island 1975. 'It's a Jaws dream,' she said to herself as she walked into the bar.
"What can I get you lassy?" the bartender asked as she walked up to the bar.
Rose shook her head, "I'm not here for a drink. Can you point me in the direction of the fisherman named Quint?" she asked.
The man nodded as she gave her simple directions to follow. Rose thanked the man before she walked further down the street down to the docks where she would find Quint. She knocked on the door when she arrived.
"What do you want?" she heard his disgruntled voice through the door.
"Mr. Quint," she began, "My name is Rose Flanagan and I was hoping to help you catch the Great White that's been harassing these waters."
The door opened to reveal Quint. He was wearing his famous denim shirt, unbuttoned down his chest. He had on his olive green cap with matching pants, "What shark are you talkin' about?" he asked, his voice gruff and he smelled of alcohol.
She was taken aback by his reaction but she hadn't checked the date on the paper, "What is the date?" she asked.
"Answering a question with a question?" he asked, "Don't waste my time, little lady," he finished as he began to shut the door.
"Wait, Mr. Quint," Rose said quickly, "If you just tell me the date, I can explain. Please," she said, batting her eyes hoping he was weak to pretty girls. He did say he married four times in the film.
Quint sighed as he opened the door again, his patience thinning by the moment, "It's the 29th of June. Does that help ya, Missy?"
Rose took a deep breath for a moment, thinking back to the film before answering, "Ok, if it's the 29th then Chief Brody knows about Chrissie Watkins but the Mayor won't let him shut down the beach and a little boy will die today. We have to get to the beach!" she said in a rush.
"What are ya talkin' about?" Quint asked, his face showing the confusion he felt, "You sound like you had a few too many drinks down at the Tavern. I can get you some black coffee," he offered, slightly concerned about her.
Rose shook her head, "No, I'm not drunk at all. Listen, I know I sound insane but we have to go. Please come with me," she begged.
Quint closed his eyes in frustration before taking a look back at the work he needed to do and then looking back at this very confusing girl who had shown up at his door. He growled before replying, "Fine. It's a short walk from here. Come with me."
Rose smiled, "Thank you," she said as she followed him down the docks and straight to the beach. As they neared the giant group of people on the beach and in the water, Rose began to shout, "Get ou…"
Her shout was stopped quickly by Quint's hand upon her mouth, "Ya have no proof yet of what you've said and ya can't go screamin' bout sharks in a town like this. Follow me to the Chief."
Rose nodded as he removed his hand from her mouth and took her wrist with it, leading her across the beach.
The pair walked up to the Chief to see a citizen of the town asking him for some help and then they hear a girl's scream. Quint and Brody look to the water but Rose knows it's just the girl's boyfriend.
"Chief," Quint said, interrupting the man, "This young woman came to my home today because she thinks there's a Great White terrorizing our island. She says a boy's gonna die and a girl already did. Is she right?" he asked as Brody looks at him and Rose with a quizzical expression upon his face.
"No one knows about Chrissie other then the police, her boyfriend and the Mayor," Brody stated, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter," Rose rushed, "You need to get these people out of the water right now," she said, urgently but she was too late as little Alex Kitner was already being torn to pieces on his yellow float.
"Shark!" someone screamed as the water cleared and Alex's mother looked for him.
Brody had raced to the water's edge but he looked back at Rose with a very suspicious look on his face.
"How did ya know that would happen?" Quint questioned her.
Rose had to lie because telling these people they were in her dream didn't seem like a great plan, "I'm a marine biologist visiting the island and I overheard Brody discussing Chrissie with his deputy this morning. And, if the beaches aren't closed then the shark would be attracted to splashing like this and someone would die," she explained, using her best shark knowledge.
"You said a boy would die," Quint added, "That seems pretty damn specific. Explain that."
Rose thought for a moment, "A child or an elderly person would have the hardest time getting back to shore so I had a 50/50 chance of guessing right. Will you hunt the shark with me?"
Quint shook his head, "I don't want to be near someone who seems to know just a little too much. Go home and sleep off all the alcohol you've had," he said as he turned away from her and traipsed back across the beach.
Rose expected to wake up but it wasn't happening and she saw Brody coming her way so she quickly raced up the beach and back to her apartment. She walked into her home, found a bottle of whiskey and did a few shots before laying back in her bed to go to sleep and hopefully wake where she was supposed to be.